Lyrics - Living on the Edge
VERSE1
I hurry to write another rhyme,
Before I can’t and run out of time.
Being able to create is quite sublime.
Stopping me now would be a crime.
VERSE2
Getting sick when I was in my prime.
Worried when I’d earn my last dime.
No more mountains that I can climb.
Asked how I’m doing, I just say “fine.”
CHORUS
Take the time.
Another rhyme.
To create,
Is quite sublime.
Living on the Edge.
VERSE3
I have to act now and not just talk.
My time is limited, so says the “Doc.”
I can write music, but have trouble when I walk.
There is no cure. Between a hard place and a rock.
VERSE4
My style may be unorthodox,
What do you expect when I’m watching the clock?
Doing my best, I know I’m not Bach.
Sometimes my music may give you a shock
CHORUS.